As a weekly workout, Braňo and I have begun to play badminton together. We started by just hitting the bird around. Now a backyard style has been replaced by something much grander. Our shuttlecocks soar, our rackets are swift, our competitive natures fight. It's great fun.
We've tried tennis, but someone like me, whose first racket sport was badminton, simply can't hit that crass big brutal ball with the umph that is required. (In other words we were too impatient to actually begin real play, so tennis remains an anomoly for me. Why the grunting? What's with the scoring? Why are you wearing jewelry while your playing?) I much prefer the subtle swift strike of a badminton racket to bird. That sound when the sweet spot sends its feathered foe up to maximum speed, which by the by is statistically faster than the speed of that non-aerodynamic yellow round tennis counterpart.
Our play has also grown as a result of my ever-growing prowess. In other words, I broke one of the rental rackets at the club where we play. No, I didn't hit it on the groud. Really. Really, I did nothing other than what would be considered fair play and appropriate racketiquette. After the breakage, I sent Brano to the reception to replace the racket. They said that they wouldn't replace it and that we had to pay for it! The audacity! Indeed, I was pissed.
So, I've since purchased two brilliant rackets, one blue and one red, for proper gender identification. I even bought birds, which unbeknowest to me were real birds, I mean the kind with actual feathers... We're really professional now.
If you find yourself in Bratislava, if you live here already. Please, let's play badminton like civilized beings. Don't hesitate to contact me for a row.
We've tried tennis, but someone like me, whose first racket sport was badminton, simply can't hit that crass big brutal ball with the umph that is required. (In other words we were too impatient to actually begin real play, so tennis remains an anomoly for me. Why the grunting? What's with the scoring? Why are you wearing jewelry while your playing?) I much prefer the subtle swift strike of a badminton racket to bird. That sound when the sweet spot sends its feathered foe up to maximum speed, which by the by is statistically faster than the speed of that non-aerodynamic yellow round tennis counterpart.
Our play has also grown as a result of my ever-growing prowess. In other words, I broke one of the rental rackets at the club where we play. No, I didn't hit it on the groud. Really. Really, I did nothing other than what would be considered fair play and appropriate racketiquette. After the breakage, I sent Brano to the reception to replace the racket. They said that they wouldn't replace it and that we had to pay for it! The audacity! Indeed, I was pissed.
So, I've since purchased two brilliant rackets, one blue and one red, for proper gender identification. I even bought birds, which unbeknowest to me were real birds, I mean the kind with actual feathers... We're really professional now.
If you find yourself in Bratislava, if you live here already. Please, let's play badminton like civilized beings. Don't hesitate to contact me for a row.
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I'm glad you've discovered the joys of badminton. It's really a fun sport and provides a good workout for the body too. GOod luck! :-D
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